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Heaven, hell, and the world themselves have forgotten a prominent figure that once stood at the pinnacle. Alas, the said figure himself forgot who he was.

Lyon is a young man who lived a leisurely life on earth. Not much was said except that he enjoyed such a life. However, one fateful night sent him to the world where killing is not a sin, alchemy is a thing, and magic cultivation is not imaginary.

Immediately after being sent to this world. He is met with a beautiful woman who rumbled the earth and cracked the very firmament under the mortals' eyes. Selena is her name. She claimed to be his wife, the first one of three.

However, their meetings didn't last long due to circumstances that he has yet understood. With one wedding ring on his finger that contained half of his past power, he sets forth to find Cecile, the woman whom Selena said is a queen in Blue Continent, the other wife that he adored then.

But, he lacked focus at times, and combined with his whimsical nature, he often finds himself, in unusual situations. His smirk and lazy demeanor brought nothing but trouble for himself and the others around him. His relentless nature of stealing, his rebellious adolescence year, and the capability to smile by the teeth of a gnawing dragon brought his charm to a height that fairies once forget. Though his perverted nature often gets them to scurry away almost immediately, those that stayed long enough to know him better, know the redeeming qualities of Lyon Torga as a whole.

Regardless! His arrival in this world has rotated an old cog of fate that those old monsters and old kings in the ages of the ancients, would have never guessed to be working again.

Emperor's Reckoning

"Ngh!" the chieftain felt an immense pressure coming out from the figure, half of his size. His eyes twitched before he covered his brows with his hand. "What the hell are you," he muttered before his pupils shrunk at the sight of three humongous beasts glaring at him.

(True Dragon! Devil Ape! and...) the chieftain gulped at the sight of the last beast. (Impossible, heralded as the bearer of the apocalypse, Seven-Horned Calamity Goat!).

(Three mythical beasts are inside that youth?!) Galaeron shouted inwardly before one of his feet took a step back out of his instinct. He gulped before his shaking hand reached out for his wooden glass.

The jitter made his two generals furrow their brows, but the pounding in their hearts prevent them to say a word to the king.

"That doesn't seem to be an illusion!" muttered Nora as he took one step back with his eyes trembling. (That man, what is he!?) said Nora inwardly before he made a harsh swallow.

I'll Kill You...